I wrote my first poem when I was in first grade. It was just three lines written about playing in the snow. Over the years I continued writing, eventually penning over 300 poems. Some of them have been lost from computer crashes and a lack of backing up, but most of them I have tucked away in a poetry binder with backups on a hard drive. Unfortunately, I haven’t written a poem since shortly after graduating from college. I have spent the past few days revisiting my poetry, hoping that inspiration will strike and I will be compelled to write again. In the meantime, I thought I’d share this poem that I found from 2000. I was in 9th grade when I wrote this – long before I ever had children of my own. I hope to share it with my girls one day when they are old enough to understand.
I remember the day that you were born,
My precious little child.
The beautiful sky of that lovely morn,
Bright in the morning dew.
So quiet you were, so peaceful and sweet,
You were mommy and daddy’s girl,
Such tiny hands and little feet
That crawled across the floor.
The day you said your very first word,
Was so exciting for me.
The day you took your very first step,
Was the grandest thing to see.
I remember as you started to grow,
How you seemed to break away.
But now, my dear, I want you to know
That you mean the world to me.
I’ll always be here for you
If you need somewhere to go,
For you are my little child,
My life, my heart, my soul.
© January 27, 2000